Beast Tamer Ascension-Chapter 73Book 4: : Dissipated Obsession

Vol 4 Chapter 73: Dissipated Obsession

Soon after, Lin Jing and the others found a place within the Feng residence and used two Dragon Veins to set up the array patterns.

These two Dragon Veins were of very ordinary quality—enough to perhaps allow a Foundation Establishment clan to produce a single Nascent Soul cultivator at best, far inferior to the one the Stone Chicken Empress had.

However, compared to reviving the projection of the First Ancient Emperor, reviving a Peak Void Mystical Stage artifact refiner didn’t require such high-grade Dragon Veins.

“So tired... turtle's exhausted...”

The Mechanical Turtle, acting as the formation core, laid on the ground as if the earth was its bed and the sky its blanket, mentally drained—having performed the Divine Scripture twice in a row was truly exhausting.

But for the sake of Lin Jing’s promise—that once it completed its task, it could travel freely—no matter how tired it was, it endured.

Throughout the process of reviving the Feng Family Ancestor, the First Ancient Emperor watched with childlike curiosity, eager to see how he himself had once been resurrected.

Before long, under the watchful eyes of Lin Jing and the others, the projection of a blue-robed elder appeared above the dried-up Dragon Vein.

“Where... am I…”

Feng Ling, the Feng Family Ancestor, opened his eyes in shock, raising his arm, astonished as to why he, long deceased, had reappeared in the world.

“Ancestor!!”

At that moment, Ancestor Feng Yu’s eyes were red as he looked at Feng Ling and said, “It’s me. I’m Yu’er.”

“Who are you?” Feng Ling looked at him.

“Do I know you?”

“You two... aren’t even from the same era, are you?” Feng Ning couldn’t help but interject.

“Oh.” Ancestor Feng Yu paused, then recalled—Feng Ling had passed away before even his grandfather was born. He’d tried the emotional approach way too early.

He quickly said, “This junior is a cultivator of the later generations of the Feng Family. I was the one who asked this great one to summon the projection of our ancestor.”

Feng Ling’s gaze swept over Lin Jing, Feng Ning, the First Ancient Emperor, Feng Yu, and Tang Ling one by one—and from Lin Jing and the Mechanical Turtle, he could indeed feel a powerful suppressive force.

“I ask you,” now finally seeing Feng Ling, the Ghost Bride took a deep breath and said, “Do you know the name Jiang Feng?”

As soon as she spoke, Feng Ling’s expression changed. “Who are you, and where did you hear that name?”

“So you do know it.” At those words, Tang Ling’s eyes sparkled. After searching for so long, she had finally found some answers.

“Wait!” Suddenly, the more Feng Ling looked at the Ghost Bride, the more familiar she seemed.

A chill ran down his spine.

“You’re... Tang... Tang…”

“It’s me.” The Ghost Bride looked at him and smiled. “You really are her child. More accurately, a descendant of the two of us. Feng Ling, she never forgot her promise to me.”

Having received the answer she sought, the Ghost Bride Tang Ling’s smile spread. Meanwhile, Ancestor Feng Yu stood dumbfounded—wait, this Ghost Bride... was really the Feng Family’s progenitor?!

The founder of the Feng Family, Feng Ling, was actually a descendant of this Ghost Bride??

Judging from Feng Ling’s reaction, he clearly recognized her!

Oh no.

I’m in deep trouble, Ancestor Feng Yu thought, glancing at Lin Jing. Did this mean... he now had to call that Ghost Bride Ancestor too...?

“Senior Tang Ling, do you want to look for Senior Jiang Feng’s relics and resurrect her projection so the two of you can reunite?” Lin Jing asked, a weight lifted from his heart. This was one more promise fulfilled—he had helped the Ghost Bride fulfill her final wish.

The Ghost Bride Tang Ling just gazed silently at the stunned Feng Family Ancestor for a long while, then shook her head.

“No... my obsession is already fading. Let the past drift away with the wind. Knowing the truth is enough to bring peace to my heart.”

“To meet again... might not actually be better.”

“The Divine Scripture... I’ve never used it, but it gives me an eerie feeling. You should be cautious with it. Some extremely powerful spells, when cast too often, may eventually backfire on the user...” She offered this advice out of concern for Lin Jing.

The First Ancient Emperor stared at the female ghost in surprise—such insight!

That was exactly how the True Dragon Secret Art was.

Unmatched within the Tianyuan Realm, but once outside... pure misfortune. The karmic backlash from fortune had once plagued him badly, and he had no desire to experience it again.

In the First Ancient Emperor’s eyes, the Divine Scripture was also extremely heaven-defying. But what would be the eventual cost of summoning projections of the dead like this...?

Most likely, when a certain trigger is reached, the user would be plagued with great misfortune.

“Senior...” Feng Ning and Ancestor Feng Yu looked at the Ghost Bride, whose expression had grown vacant, and felt a foreboding sense.

“Do you have a sword? Just a normal sword,” the Ghost Bride turned to Feng Ning.

“I do,” Feng Ning replied in confusion, taking out a spiritual sword she had forged herself.

The Ghost Bride nodded and said, “Now that my obsession has faded, I have two paths ahead. One, defy fate and continue down the path of a ghost cultivator. Two, go with the flow and dissipate along with my obsession.”

“Neither path appeals to me. I don’t want to remain in this world alone, nor do I want to vanish entirely.”

“Today, I will reshape myself, becoming a mindless Sword Spirit, bound to your sword. This way, I can do one last thing for the bloodline she left behind.”

“Senior!!” Feng Ning gasped, but before she could react, the Ghost Bride had already ignited herself, merging into Feng Ning’s sword.

At the same time, a voice echoed in Feng Ning’s heart.

“You remind me so much of her. That’s why I’ve always treated you like my own descendant.”

“I know you don’t get along with the Feng Family, but I still hope that if the Feng Family ever faces a crisis, you’ll lend a hand—within your ability, of course...”

“And aside from that... Lin Jing...”

Outside.

Seeing the Ghost Bride burn herself away and merge into Feng Ning’s sword as a Sword Spirit, both Feng Ling and Feng Yu were horrified. That meant she was now truly... completely gone.

“Mother!” Feng Ling cried out. Though it was his first time seeing the Ghost Bride, he was certain—this was the other mother that Jiang’s mother had often spoken of.

And Ancestor Feng Yu was now filled with guilt for how he had treated her.

He’d thought the Ghost Bride harbored ill intent. Who would’ve guessed she was actually the Feng Family’s progenitor? He regretted it deeply.

“Sigh.” The First Ancient Emperor shook his head.

Lin Jing also stood silently watching, not stopping it.

The Ghost Bride had been born from obsession. Now that it had faded, she chose to become a Sword Spirit to protect the Feng Family’s descendant. That, too, was a new kind of longing.

“Senior...” Even Cold Moon Sword Immortal, as firm-hearted as she was, couldn’t help the stir in her heart.

Lin Jing had always hated these sorrowful scenes.

He sighed.

“Seeing how much you all miss Senior Tang Ling, and now that she’s ‘truly dead,’ she should meet the Divine Scripture’s criteria. So how about this—let’s smuggle two more Dragon Veins and summon her projection to chat a bit?” He hadn’t listened to a single word of Tang Ling’s advice.